TRYGAEUS Mind your own business, friend! (TO THE SERVANT.) Cut away. Where is the table? Bring the libations.
HIEROCLES The tongue is cut separately.
TRYGAEUS We know all that. But just listen to one piece of advice.
HIEROCLES And that is?
TRYGAEUS Don't talk, for 'tis divine Peace to whom we are sacrificing.
HIEROCLES Oh! wretched mortals, oh, you idiots!
TRYGAEUS Keep such ugly terms for yourself.
HIEROCLES What! you are so ignorant you don't understand the will of the gods and you make a treaty, you, who are men, with apes, who are full of malice?(1)
f(1) The Spartans.
TRYGAEUS Ha, ha, ha!